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For the hand of a beauty with honest words and sensibilities so mighty.__hough your mother and father had hoped for something more fragile (and flighty),

It is time for parents to teach young people early on that in diversity there is beauty and there is strength.

The guilt you felt when you were smiling and others were suffering, the guilt you felt when you were petty with friends and impatient with your parents, when you were rude to your teachers and didn__ stand up for strangers, that guilt is marvellous. It proves that you are human, that you want to be better. Thank this guilt for teaching you, for making you aware. And now endeavour to better yourself. It is a lifelong work to become the person we want to be.

Tony and Peg have two kids, Terry-Lynn and Harvey, both of whom are enrolled in so many extracurricular and afterschool clubs that they hardly ever see their parents. If Terry-Lynn is in Girl Guides, she doesn__ have to see Peg inviting the Purolator man in for __ cup of coffee_. If Harvey is in the anime drawing club, he doesn__ have to see Peg kissing Mr. Cooper from across the street, even if all the other neighbours secretly know what__ going on. Tony has no idea, all he knows is that Peg isn__ the same Peg he married back in 2003. All he knows is that she__ changed a great deal, and not for the better, like a beautiful butterfly regressing back into a devouring, ugly caterpillar in the span of only a couple of months.

What is life? Life is living in this moment, experiencing and experimenting but experience isn__ life. Life is reflecting and meditating but reflection isn__ life. Life is helping and guiding but philanthropy isn__ life. Life is eating and drinking but food isn__ life. Life is reading and dancing but art isn__ life. Life is kissing and pleasuring but sex isn__ life. Life is winning and losing but competition isn__ life. Life is loving and caring but love isn__ life. Life is birthing and nurturing but children aren__ life. Life is letting go and surrendering but death isn__ life. Life is all these things but all these things aren__ life. Life is always more.

The parents of politics are lack of control and seeking to control. The parents of leadership are influence and trust.

It was masturbation, not willpower, that made it possible for gazillions of women to walk down the aisle with their reputation and their hymen still intact.

The primary goal of a righteous parent who has a daughter is to minimize the number of boys and men for whom their daughter will have willingly opened her legs come her wedding day; the closer to zero, the more righteous they will seem.

Our parents would not be __he best parents in the world_ (to us) if they were not our parents.

It is a sign of immaturity to believe that being older than someone (automatically) makes you more (mentally) mature than them.

More people would be depressed, if parents tried to please their children as frequently and as badly as children try to please their parents.

Most people who are would each not be in love with their partner, if they did not have the kind of genitals they have.

Taking good care of your husband or wife is the best way to thank their parent or parents for having taken good care of them.

Having a kid is like an industrial revolution of the emotions. Suddenly you can mass produce worry, and guilt.

The fact that you have just buried your parent or parents and/or sibling or siblings does not make you less likely to die today.

There would definitely be way fewer instances of cheating, if the average couple did not have sex only when the woman feels like it.

Passing their toilet training is the very last thing that some adults did that has made their parents proud of them.

After my parents were dead, I found in a box and in two chests of drawers nothing but hundreds of bright red Alpine caps, I said, nothing but bright red Alpine stockings. Every one of them knitted by my mother. My parents could have gone into the High Alps with these bright red caps and bright red stockings for thousands of years. I burnt every one of those bright red caps and bright red stockings, I said. I put on one of my mother's hundreds of bright red Alpine caps and in this costume burnt all the others, laughing, laughing, continuously laughing, I said.(Goethe Dies, p.65)